SN drabbles - gen, PG
Nov. 6th, 2007 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: a quiet field where honor lies
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from “Brother, My Brother”
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Wordcount: 200
Rating: PG
Point of view: third
Dean dies in the summer, and it’s a beautiful day, with a clear sky far as the eye can see. It’s a quick death, too, much easier and gentler than any Winchester had dreamed of since that November night of fire.
Dean dies in the summer, alone in the middle of a field far from any civilization, mountains in the north and a desert to the south, but he’s in a place as close to Paradise as the world’s come since the Garden.
Dean dies in the summer, and it’s an easy death, if lonely, as his heart gives out, finally too tired to beat any more.
Dean dies in the summer, glad to be going at last, so weary of what the world has become. He’s relieved, staring up at the endless sky.
Dean dies in the summer, and Sam’s off being king of the shadows, ruling his empire and commanding his army, and he doesn’t feel that Dean’s gone till it’s too late to do a thing. His rage is towering inferno, another city crumbling to dust at his feet.
Dean dies in the summer, and it’s the last of those seasons that the world will ever see.
Title: huts of history’s shame
Fandom: “Supernatural”
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Maya Angelou.
Warnings: spoilers for “Sin City”
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 300
Point of view: third
Dedication:
tru_faith_lostfor reading over this.
Dedication:
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As the days and weeks pass, Dean comes to understand exactly why that demon said she—it—was ready to follow Sam.
There’s blood staining Dean’s hands, his heart and his soul, his nightmares. Rivers of blood flow in his dreamscape, the cloying stench rising to the sky. The sun never attains high noon, always lurking on the far side, near the ground.
He’s alone with the shades of people he’s killed, Dad numbering among them, though Dean knows Dad moved on, to Heaven.
He hopes. He hopes so hard.
Demons have faith. Some of them. That little chat in the basement has skewed his perspective. He actually told Sam to wait before pulling the trigger on Casey—no, NotCasey. He began to feel for a rapist, and shudders at the thought.
He didn’t hesitate with that guy in the alley, or that guy in the house, or that woman cowering in the corner, begging for her life.
And now Sam—Sammy, bouncing baby brother, little boy he remembers with love and adoration—has a body count, too. And it’s getting higher all the time.
A demon told him about Hell’s god, Lucifer, the most beautiful angel who plunged from Heaven instead of taking second place.
A demon told him that it would have followed Sam with pleasure, with glee, with loyalty, that he was being groomed to lead Hell’s army.
Demons lie.
But… they also tell the truth.
Blood rushes across his palm, bathing his fingers; it drips, one teardrop by one teardrop, warm and thick.
It’s not his blood, and he wakes gasping, Sam in the other bed with a soft, “’y’alright?”
“Fine,” he says, lying through his teeth, because a demon would have willingly—gladly—followed his brother’s word as law.
Demons lie—except when they don’t.
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Date: 2007-11-07 01:11 am (UTC)Um, and that first one? Sniff. *kicks you*
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Date: 2007-11-07 01:14 am (UTC)Hey, it's me.
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Date: 2007-11-07 01:17 am (UTC)Dirty trashcan full of poop. Bwahahaha!!
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Date: 2007-11-07 01:35 am (UTC)Have you seen the adorable movie Surf's Up?
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Date: 2007-11-07 01:46 am (UTC)And I haven't seen that move. Is that where the poop comment came from?
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Date: 2007-11-07 02:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 02:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 02:22 am (UTC)*cuddles baby penguins*
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Date: 2007-11-07 02:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 01:33 am (UTC)These were both beautifully written, but I give tru_faith full permission to kick you, because, as she says, Friends don't let friends kill Dean.
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Date: 2007-11-07 01:36 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2007-11-07 01:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 02:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 02:24 am (UTC)*sends cookies*
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Date: 2007-11-07 02:37 am (UTC)Cookies, yum.
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Date: 2007-11-07 02:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 12:54 pm (UTC)Dean would join Sam, and eventually stop feeling guilty for it because, after all, he has Sam.
... hmm. Maybe I should write that.
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Date: 2007-11-07 11:56 pm (UTC)In addition to my previous note today about the BSG Miniseries DVD and the Season One boxed set (in the comments for Favors Owed), I thought perhaps I should describe the Return to Labyrinth manga from what I've read about it. And in these comments, 'cause I'm not linear.
Toby is a teenager and winds up following a goblin back to the Labyrinth. Jareth is going to step down and Toby will succeed him. There's a threat from the machinations of Mizumi, the Queen of Moraine (an icy kingdom that borders the Labyrinth). Mizumi has two daughters, Moulin (the beautiful one that is perpetually rained on) and Drumlin (the not-so-beautiful one that sucks the moisture out of everything). Other new characters include a human girl called Moppet that's lived in the Labyrinth her whole life (her origin is mysterious), a fairy named Hana, and the mayor of the Goblin City. Sarah, Hoggle, Ludo, and Sir Didymus also appear.
There will be four volumes, two have been released. I haven't been able to get a hold of them yet. The local comics store, from which I get the Buffy Season Eight comics, doesn't carry them.
Once again I glowingly recommend BSG, and more to the point, I hope you've had a good day. Looking forward to that dog fic.
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Date: 2007-11-08 08:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-08 01:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 03:15 am (UTC)a quiet field where honor lies
Great imagery in here, and this ending line:
Dean dies in the summer, and it’s the last of those seasons that the world will ever see.
is quite chilling.
huts of history’s shame
Demons lie—except when they don’t.
Oh, Dean.
Such a difficult world both boys live in now, and the future isn’t looking too bright.
*hugs them*
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Date: 2007-11-07 12:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 03:16 am (UTC)Oh, it is, it is!
Friends do so!. And they properly appreciate it, too.
Tigris kills Dean so well.
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Date: 2007-11-07 12:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-07 03:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-11-07 03:43 pm (UTC)I'm sensing a pattern here. You kill him off so well, it's so dog-gone lyrical I'm willing to forgive you for killing him off for the what, 2005th time? How high is your body count for the boy?
Anyway, I really liked this. So there!
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Date: 2007-11-07 10:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-08 02:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-08 01:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-08 08:45 am (UTC)Dean dies in the summer, and it’s the last of those seasons that the world will ever see.
Yep, that just about sums up Sam's reaction when it comes to Dean perfectly. The world wasn't doomed and damned the moment they manipulated Dean into that deal at the crossroads, it was doomed the moment John put baby Sam into Dean's arms... because from that moment onward there was no way either of them could *be* without the other. For Dean that meant self sacrifice, and for Sam, well... that probably means the end of the world. And of course, you had me bawling and sniffling after the first line!! *sniff* *sob*
On the second story... oh so true. It's always struck me that we've been fed this "demons lie" line since the beginning, yet more times than not, what they've said has been the truth. You've painted a very chilling vision of what might happen.
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Date: 2007-11-08 01:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-11-09 05:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-09 09:24 pm (UTC)Also, your icon! *adores*
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Date: 2007-11-10 02:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-09 12:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-11-09 09:24 pm (UTC)"a quiet field where honor lies" Review
Date: 2007-11-09 04:58 pm (UTC)Re: "a quiet field where honor lies" Review
Date: 2007-11-09 09:25 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-11-09 09:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-11-10 03:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-08 09:24 am (UTC)*shudders*
*hugs you*
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Date: 2008-06-08 03:51 pm (UTC)